Chapter 110 Man's Heart

“What industry is your father in now?”

Lynn took the opportunity to raise the most concerning questions.

"The manufacturing industry is specifically about clocks, small and medium-sized molds, and model manufacturing." The handsome man with a sakura cherry mouth answered in a low-key manner - or pretending to be low-key.

Lin Neng took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to hand it to the other party, but saw him frowning and reaching out to refuse.

It was rare to meet a young young man who didn't smoke. Lynn still brought one by himself, but did not light the fire. He just held the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Oh! That should be pretty good!"

This handsome young man with golden brown hair that can tie his hair in small braids said angrily: "It's just one factory, more than 300 workers, and it's been like this for more than 20 years."

From this sentence, Lin En easily figured out some mentality: the unwillingness to live in the shadow of his father, the dissatisfaction with the actual situation, the helplessness of spreading his wings but not being able to be strong, and the depression that these mentalities have to be buried in their hearts.

"To be honest, I'm looking for a suitable partnership recently..."

Before he could finish his words, Lynn heard a rush of horse hooves. He turned his head and saw Baron Pat racing towards the black horse, while Dinah was thrown away a large part.

When Baron Pat arrived, Lynn found that his eyes were not on him, but on Von Pilfier with an unkind look, and the handsome young man who claimed to be a descendant of the German nobles looked at him without any weakness. It was obvious that they not only met each other, but also had some kind of holiday.

"Sir, although Switzerland is a beautiful and friendly country, not everyone here is kind-hearted. I advise you not to casually place trust in others before you understand the inside story." Baron Pat's words were so mean and sharp, and they did not look like the gentlemanly temperament he showed in his appearance, not to mention that the other party was a young man who was several decades apart from him.

Von Pifeel listened to these but did not glar at each other or verbally fought back. He still maintained a calm expression. Contempt was sometimes a weapon that was sharper than verbal attacks.

"It's okay, sir, we're just talking casually. Besides, my life's wish is to travel all over the world and make friends from all over the world. The worst war is over, what else can we worry about?"

Lynn's words sounded intentionally to ease the atmosphere, but in fact they were just giving everyone a step. At this time, Dinah also came to her, riding a horse in the sun made her cheeks naturally rosy, and her eyes also had an active color than before.

Before Lynn could introduce each other naturally between Dinah and Von Pifell, Baron Pat said in a high profile: "Sir, I just made an appointment with you for an entrepreneur, a real entrepreneur. We can sit down and talk about our business while enjoying the refreshments. This is the main thing! This will only waste your precious time here!"

Seeing Baron Pat's abnormality, Lynn knew that there must be something inside, so he smiled and said "sorry" to Von Pifell, and turned over to his horse in his regretful and awkward gaze, and slowly followed Baron Pat with a mule-like posture.

Dinah walked beside Lynn and asked curiously: "What happened just now?"

Although he had not yet gone far, Baron Pat said mercilessly: "That was a little bastard, a little liar, who said everywhere that he was a descendant of the Noble of the Second German Empire. In fact, he was worthless and just a rogue!"

After hearing this, Lynn felt relieved. What he was most worried about was meeting British spies. With his strong national strength and political influence at his heyday, the intelligence network of the British Empire had long been spread throughout Europe, and in history they have created many amazing results. The process may not be as exaggerated as the 007 movie, but its practical significance is not inferior at all.

Pat's baron title is also left over from the Second German Empire. To be precise, there are only unofficially recognized titles left, and there is no real aristocrat's power or status. Judging from the appearance and style of these two aristocrats, Lynn speculated that they had had a clash in the process of chasing the opposite sex, and it should have been Von Pifel who won the victory, which made Pat so resentful. But it was funny to think about it. An old man in his sixties competed with a handsome man in his early twenties for a girl. Even if he had a slight advantage in his net worth, it was reasonable to lose the competition.

This horse farm was originally designed for social interactions and social activities in the upper class. It not only set up training grounds for various purposes, racecourses and open horse walking venues, but also elegant and exquisite teahouses. Although it was still in the morning, some gentlemen could be seen drinking and smoking here, and ladies in rider uniforms or top hats and long skirts sat far away to avoid being choked by the annoying smell of tobacco.

On the way to the teahouse, Baron Pat signaled Lynn to look at the man sitting on the right corner. He was also dressed in a rider outfit, with a hat next to him, and a black middle parted head shiny in the sun.

"That Mr. Eren Bernoulli is a member of the Bernoulli family. He is engaged in bulk foreign trade import and export. He has also done business related to steel raw materials. His background is relatively complicated, but he should have no protection relationship with the UK."

Speaking of secret contact with the UK, Lynn remembered the topic of breakfast and asked curiously: "You said that Kinette Company had a secret connection with the UK, but one of our intelligence personnel was exactly one of the heirs of Kinette Company, this..."

This sounds a bit contradictory, Baron Pat calmly explained: "It is precisely because Gerkoan Kennett's third son is ours that we know that this company secretly communicates with Britain, and even the British diplomatic military officer stationed in Switzerland is also a guest of honor for Gerkoan Kennett. We guess that the British agents knew Christopher Kennett, our intelligence officer, had the experience of going to Germany to participate in the SS during the war, so they just used him as a secret chess that was not used in special circumstances."

It sounded like a bit of a espionage war. Lynn thought, if this is the case, the Kinette line would not work.

Lynn felt relieved to dismount in front of the teahouse and hand the horses over to the horse-drawn waiter wearing a green jacket. He could actually ride the bike for almost two kilometers just now. Although the speed was very slow, it still surprised him.

Baron Pat seems to be a regular here, constantly greeting gentlemen and ladies along the way, and some even have to go up and shake hands or even hug them. Seeing this scene, Lynn no longer feels entangled with his cool Maserati - if he wants to gain a foothold in the upper class, he is indeed willing to spend money on quality of life.

Walking all the way to the gentleman with a big lip and bearded gentleman's face, Baron Pat's face was full of friendly and enthusiastic smile, which was completely different from the sarcastic and meanness he had just been to Von Pifele.

"Mr. Bernoulli, this is Mr. Knartsky, whom I just mentioned to you, an old friend from Norway. His family had been engaged in the metal industry in the early years, but it was in a slump during the war. Now the Germans have been driven away, and they are regaining their power and ready to do a big fight!"

The gentleman, who seemed to be about forty, stood up and shook hands with Lynn: "Ah... Mr. Knatsky, I'll be lucky! Norwegian metal mining is still very competitive in the world market. I have cooperated with Ekan Industry in my early years."

Although the other party did not pop up a Norwegian sentence or two like Von Pifer, such greetings actually put more pressure on Lynn, because he felt that the other party had more or less subtext saying: The Knatsky family in Norway? It has never been heard of before?

"Our family's industry is mainly in northern Norway!" Lin Neng replied calmly.

"Oh... So that's it! This must be Mrs. Knatsky, lucky to..." The gentleman turned to Dinah, bowed to her right hand and held her right hand in front of her.

Dinah politely placed her hand on the palm of Mr. Bernoulli and received the other's traditional kissing gift.

With the keen insight of men, Lynn knew that since they rode a horse to the vicinity, the gentleman had been lingering on Dinah for a long time. Although marrying a beautiful wife was pleasing to the eye, she had to be careful when going out.

After the four of them sat down, Mr. Bernoulli's first words were asked to Dinah: "Mrs. is also Norwegian?"

"Danish, born in Copenhagen, Denmark." Dinah replied gently. The twelve people on this trip used fake identities. Although Dinah's identity was also a Norwegian passport, her identity setting and verifiable forged information still wrote about her Danish origins. That is to say, except for her name, the other backgrounds are basically consistent with her real situation, so that she will not lose her experience when communicating and responding to inquiries. For the same considerations, Mrs. Andre and Mrs. Courtland also arranged this way.

"Ah... Copenhagen, Paris in Nordic! I have been there at least six times and am very impressed by Christian Fort, Krenburg Palace, Amarin Fort, the bronze statue of the mermaid and the food there!" Every time I say a word, Mr. Bernoulli always has to give a tone tone, and he can bring up other people's ideas at the beginning, but if there are too many, it makes people feel that the emotions are too false.

Dinah smiled and said, "After you say this, I wish I could go back to my hometown immediately!"

The Swiss gentleman smiled flatteringly and said, "If you go to Copenhagen next time, I wonder if you are lucky enough to invite your wife to be the guide? In this way, you will not miss those unobtrusive but very wonderful attractions."

I don't know when next time, Dina answered politely, and then Mr. Bernoulli climbed up the rattan: "To fulfill his host's friendship, I can lead Mr. Knatsky and his wife to visit the attractions in Switzerland. In addition to Geneva, my hometown Basel also has very charming views."
Chapter completed!